In her journal nineweaving asked us what our past selves were like. From my response:
At fifteen I still half-believed that if I closed my eyes and focused my thoughts hard enough I could fly. I passionately wanted to find gates into other worlds, and both knew this could not happen and took it seriously enough that I promised one of my best friends (specifically, lucy_anne) that I would take her with me if it did. I wrote about other worlds because I couldn’t get any closer to them than by story. I had notebooks full of vague, emotional opening scenes–pages focused on the act of departing, set aside before I needed to figure out what to do on arrival.
I was at once coming to accept that I belonged in this world and planning my escape.